You are betrayed,
and you are left with a disaster on your hands,
which you must deal with, although you are innocent,
while the responsibility is that of others,
which they aren’t aware of and neglect
in stupid ignorance, as they just do not care.
You are embittered by your disappointment and frustration
and would fain just leave the world and leave it to its doom
in splendid isolation of your innocent immunity,
while you have lost all faith in mankind,
as you never could trust anyone without betrayal.
Is the case of man then lost and hopeless?
Realism would indicate no other possibility,
and yet there’s always somewhere some idealism.
There’s always something left for you to do,
there’s always dreams remaining to be dreamt,
and there is always work to do, creation always going on;
and there will also somewhere still be someone left to love.
No matter how much you are ditched, let down, betrayed
and disappointed, someone always will continue having faith in you,
and that should be enough for you to also still have left some faith in man.